After you died I thought I felt you around before you floated away. Then it happened with another, and another, still. Do we really matter the way we tell ourselves we do? I stand in the cold, I watch the steam twist up from the gutters. My eyes water in mourning as the white smoke … Continue reading “after.”
One. It wasn’t the way the stairway turned abruptly. Or how the half-wall obscured the view from the stairs. Or even the doorway that sat to the right of that half wall. It was all of those things. All those, plus the way the dark whispered in thru the window. Heralding a warning. The approaching … Continue reading “the things it Wasn’t & the things it Was”
Part One. It wasn’t the way the stairway turned abruptly. Or how the half-wall obscured the view from the stairs. Or even the doorway that sat to the right of that half wall. It was all of those things. All those, plus the way the dark whispered in thru the window. Heralding a warning. The … Continue reading “the things it Wasn’t & the things it Was”
Meet Rachelle Harrison! My main character in my speculative fiction novel, now in the editing phase. Working title is Seashells & Hellions. She turned down her familiar street.60’s-style suburban homes. Mid class.Mid renovation. Advertising Tyvek for five plus years.Classic bathroom glass window tiles. Hail-eaten awnings.For Sale: Deep red ’98 Town & Country van. She knew … Continue reading “Meet Rachelle”
These days, we have to be pragmatic. Our time is either so plentiful we don’t know what to do with ourselves, or we’re so busy we hardly have time to breathe between doing things we don’t want to do. Both things suck and are hard. Sometimes writing feels like a needy baby. A baby I … Continue reading “Weeds with Purple Flowers”
I have been in this state of not knowing what to do. I’ve been writing my novel (working title “Seashells and Hellions”) for almost a year now, and I’ve almost reached the end of my rough draft. I know the next step is to look through the whole piece and see if there is anything … Continue reading “Short story out, rough draft almost done”
With the turn of the doorknob, a loud boom sounded from above, and all the lights went out. Rachelle pushed the door open, the scant evening light tossing her shadow across the doorway. Her eyes were wide on her shadowed face as she observed the dark room. She looked to Stanton, who held the radio. … Continue reading “Work in Progress – novel excerpt”
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